Gut Rumbles

July 29, 2003

Crank Up The Bowie Tunes, Grab A Beer, And Shut The Fuck Up

I think anyone without their head up their ass would know that each of us guest bloggers had our instructions about what we should post in Acidman's absence.

For Psychotic Stevie (I don't give a rat's ass about your lame asskissing apology in the comments on another post) and Gorked Grace (who the fuck are you?), I have a little song for you. It goes a little something like this:

All Of You Prudes
Stevie whined all night 'bout how she's a stalker all right
How she'd follow Acidman up and down I-85
He don't wanna go that route with her on I-85

Grace's jealous from afar
Got it in for the bloggin' guest stars
We don't give a shit - we hope she gets SARS
Man that stupid troll is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
She'd be pissed as hell if I posted the pics of us having sex
Hey sister you guessed
You're a prude!

CHORUS (twice)
All of you prudes
Fuckin' you LOSE
Boogaloo prudes
You need to get screwed

Now Acidman's looking sweet though he creamin' in his jeans
He's hung like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
Oh we can love
And if his buddy's back at home
We'll get it on with all those moans and those groans
We can really ham it up with that pornographic stuff
Acidman's in drag
From too many shags
Well he drunk a lot of wine
And he's feeling fine
Gonna race some pussy to bed
Is this a condom on the ground
Or is it lying on the bed
Oh sister you guessed
You're a fucking prude

You can all kiss my entire ass if you don't like what I post.

kiss my ENTIRE ass

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